Larry O. Dean
Shields Elementary
5th Grade
Week 3: 09/25/06
Bruce Weigl, “Home”
Every year, I've done a seasonal theme, and invariably, owing to the starting time of my residences as well as ostentatious pictorial qualities, the season has been winter. Since it just officially changed to autumn this past (blustery) weekend, I decided to try something different this time. I am always looking for new poets and poems too, and that, coupled with my desire to mix living as well as dead poets into the curriculum, led me to Bruce Weigl. Weigl has an interesting background – son of working class Midwesterners and an enlisted soldier in Vietnam – and my research uncovered a few salient comments I thought the students would enjoy. Thematically, “Home” uses autumn more for background detail, but its form (step lines) as well as simple language made a good impression.
Fall
I went to the park and the leaves were
shaking. So many different colors in the leaves.
Fall is full of so many colors. I hear people
enjoying their day. Kids running around playing
tag each day. They say that fall is a better
day. I sit in the park each day thinking
of another poem to write.
Ramon Calvillo 403
The Fall
In fall the leaves
start to change
color to yellow
orange and red
they fall to the
ground. When you
step on them
you can hear
them crackle
and crunk. It gets
cold and sometimes
it is too windy and
leafy too.
Rigoberto De Alba 404
Fall
Fall is like the moon
shining in the night. The leaves
are red, brown, yellow, and orange
all crunchy like chips. Fall
is cold. Fall is dark. I like
fall when I jump in the
leaves catch the leaves
that fall from the
trees.
Gabriela Garcia 404
Fall
When fall starts
leaves start to fall
The weather would feel strange
As someone thinks about years pass
The world feels lonely
when the people are separate
Fall makes me remember the year
As people follow their gear
Waiting for winter to come
while you remembering fun and sad times
Halloween starts
As eating candy and
having fun
Omar Garcia 403
Fall
In fall I hear the leaves fall to the ground
I see leaves changing color in the fall
I feel cool breezes hitting my face
I see animals migrating or hibernating
I see animals picking their food
I feel I could fly in the breeze
I play with leaves.
Brian Garduńo 403
Fall is my second favorite season
All the
Leaves fall
Like a wave moving smoothly.
Luz Moreno 407
Fall
I don't like
fall it's too sunny
and too bright.
Then it turns
too cold for me
so I stay inside.
Even when I want
to go outside
I don't
Alex Pina 404
Pamela Osbey (South Shore)
Election Regression
LaShauntath Jones
To me in my opinion
Election means to vote
But understand how your vote
Will make a difference in the community.
I think that even the Democrats will raise
Taxes just as much as theRepublicans.
I feel that the government is cheating us
All.
The issues that I would have been
Addressed that have not addressed
Is death taxes, peace, and property taxes
On Democrats and Republicans.
When people go to vote the first idea
That comes to my mind is
“Do the people know that they
Are being cheated?”
All presidents do not do as they say.
They lie to be voted for.
I personally do not see one improvement
That George Bush as made in our community.
The Image Nation
Milton Brawner
A nation of dreams, creativity and fantasy.
Thoughts of where and why.
Seeing differently.
Feeling differently.
Loving, family, community of good.
I imagine a gov. of good.
This is a nation that will be brought a life
Because life is an imagination of a higher
Power.
Untitled
Timothy Logan
I’m about to talk about wanna be gang bangers.
I’m tired of seeing fake gang bangers around my community
Because they say the one thing but be claiming the other gang.
The reason why I say this because I see a lot of people being in gangs
Just because they don’t want to get pick on or they just want to be
Cool.
Live in the Sky
Dedicated to Life
Everyday I wake up, it’s good to be alive.
For in this lifetime we truly have to strive.
Something is going on everywhere you look around.
Sometimes you feel as if no one is around.
Cherish your life for you only receive one.
Go forth with your dreams and goals till your day is done.
Every time you fail, get back up and try.
Remember to keep your head to the sky.
I Respect
Miles K.
Overcrowded, overcrowded, overcrowded.
America has become full of issues.
People demanding by who?
Traditions and change are battle.
Accountability is not taken.
Everyone has a piece of the cake.
Poor, rich, black , white, Gay and straight.
We all have American on our stakes.
Changes in the way we think.
Blasting each other for our beliefs.
The life we need to evolve is the US
Not one hold but hold us one.
My Thoughts
Alyssa Price
I write because I’m happy or sad.
In the mood or not in the mood.
Feelings come rushing down as I begin to
Think about my town.
You never know what I may write
Until I see what my mind is like.
Married to My Music
Exavier Porter
Me and my music has a strong
Marriage.
We stroll through the darkness of
Worldly societies with no carriage.
Sharing one brain and strong unique thoughts
To be cherished.
We spend quality time and together the hearts
Of listeners we shall inherit.
I’m married to my music.
I hope we get far.
Far in between the stars.
If we stay in.
Alyson Paige Warren (Shields)
10/25: “What’s in my hands?”
This is a new lesson plan for me and I hope it works well. I tell the students that instead of bringing them a poem this week, I have instead brought something else. I appear to take something out of my bag, cupping it tightly in my hands. After walking around the room and really selling this, playfully taunting them with it and driving their curiosity wild, I ask them to write a poem guessing what is in my hands.
I wish that many students had been more imaginative, but their concrete guesses are quite sweet. They almost seem limited by really believing something is in my hands. As the day progresses, I ask that they be as descriptive as possible with their guesses and this helps produce better work. I do not show them, which drives them crazy, but promise that id they do well next class I will show them at the end. I plan to bring in mini-candies, saying that was what was in my hands, and given them out as after-Halloween treats. In the future, I might make this more figurative: ask the students to guess at the wildest, craziest thing that could be in my hands, for instance, or to describe my imaginary friend. Still, I am happy with this little experiment.
I think that it is a spider monkey because Ms. Warren was holding something really small.
Or it could be a baby bird cause it is so quiet and birds are quiet if someone scares them.
Or maybe it can be a dead fish or maybe ashes.
Or maybe something very valuable.
Vincent Olivo, rm. 414
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